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It's another night of no sleep.
So I grab my hoodie,
and I walk the streets.

My mind is cloudy,
but the sky is clear.
I love when the sounds of nature
whisper in my ear.

After the sun sets,
I have no stress.
After midnight
is when I feel best.

Its 3 A.M
and I should be in bed,
but I like to feel free
so I walk the streets instead.
(c) 2016 Ryan Kane
@RyanWritesStuff - Twitter
 Jan 2016 Javier A Solá
Sevonna
Love and lust

cannot be found without the other.

Love has a hidden hunger,

while lust seeks for comfort.
A short poem.
Sweet lust hold me so pure
Nothing can tempt me from what I desire
The aching need of everyday's light
For lust I am
Slave
It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.

— The End —